Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Japan,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.